No longer pubs, just bars

Friday night is a great time to get hammered. Just don't do it in Paddington

On Friday night my awfully polite English buddy Charlie was called a “posh cunt” by a punter at Paddington’s Royal Hotel.

Let’s just say this spat of rudeness set the tone for the evening.

Charlie was not doing anything particularly unusual. In fact he was just having ciggie outside the pub.

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Looking at the Royal Hotel, one would assume the place resembled an old styled pub. I have always held the belief that Paddington is a place for the fancy. While the clientele at The Royal looked less well heeled, there was still a bit of a Nob feel about them. Maybe they are just working class wankers

The bar staff were as useful as ash in an ashtray and service was clearly not part of the job spec.

After a few rounds we headed to The London Inn. Apparently this pub had undergone a “refurbishment” "All glammed up", Stevo lamented. At this stage, it became too much for him.

“What’s going on with these fucking pubs? They’re not pubs anymore. They’re just
bars”.

Sallyanne and I had originally planned to go to the AB in Glebe. According to Stevo, Deano was not prepared to “travel that far”.....Geeze the things we do for blokes.

At least these chaps were friendly